The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A delicate, crystalline structure like an inverse stalactite rises from the center of a vast, glassy lake, reflecting the pale, pre-dawn sky above. Umm, the air's super still and humid, and there's this faint, sweet scent of ozone and honey. Water seems to be flowing upwards from the lake's surface into the crystal's facets, where it's somehow being... encapsulated, I guess, in these perfect, miniature replicas of various galaxies that I recognize from old astronomy texts – I can see Andromeda, Whirlpool, Pinwheel, all just... suspended in there, rotating slowly. The only sound is a soft hum, like a gentle, steady vibration.